It was midnight when Benjamin lay in bed in the inn and heard the quarrel from the streets.
"... It’s impossible. You can’t be from the mage guild! Who are you guys? How much did that brat hire you for? I can pay you more as long as you get lost!"
‘"What are you saying..."
The squabble was quite notorious that it awoke many in town to gather in front of the old man’s shop. Benjamin too left the inn and blended in with the crowd headed that way.
At the entrance of the shop was the old man with one hand holding on to a scared shop assistant and another carrying a cat, facing off with five to six mages.
The earlier squabble should have come from between these two parties.
Benjamin nodded at the scene.
The people from the mage guild were on schedule, but it seemed that the old man thought these mages were hired by Benjamin to pretend to be people from the mage guild to win the bet.
What a creative imagination.